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Zayne

Sylus

Caleb

Rafayel

Xavier

caleb’s so loud— excessively loud compared to usual his tone, which should be a personal record. his head is thrown back, lost beyond recognition in the tight space of your pussy as his fingertips dig painfully into your skin, deep enough to leave dark purple bruises that scream his name the next morning. “ f-fuck, pips, feels s-so good, squeezin’ me to death… please.”

the barely conscious part of his body doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, his mind too fuzzy to think any thoughts that doesn’t involve you or your heaven made pussy, made for him. everything about you were made for him.

“ caleb,” you whimpered, hips defying your body’s fatigued body by bucking towards his mean thrusts, that didn’t look close to stopping any time soon. he was so big, and not a gentle giant whatsoever. molding out your pussy with such deadly accuracy, the sheer girth of it stretched and beat your insides while you bit down harshly on your lip, trying your best not to get a noise complaint… again. “ s-shut up, too loud.”

“ no. you don’t get to complain when you did this to m-me.” his hair is matted with sweat as his purple-orange eyes are dark with passion. he pants and whines every second and you’re close to shoving your fingers in his mouth. but he can’t help it; the way how you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin, and faintly he can see stars paint his vision.

the state of your shared apartment is nothing but disarray. you were scrolling on your phone in the living, almost forgetting that you even made him a milkshake until a familiar evol snatched your phone out of your hands, plopping it on the couch cushions beside you as his already tall frame made you feel like an ant in comparison. his pupils were dilated, almost painting his purple eyes black as his hands are braced behind you on the couch. your eyes trailed down to his obvious, straining bulge and that’s when you knew you were fucked.

quite literally as of now.

“ don’t think of anything if it doesn’t involve me.” your thoughts are interrupted as caleb presses down roughly on your clit, flicking and rolling the bud in tight circles as you cry out loudly. “ there we gooo, is this the same girl worried about the neighbors? don’t act like i’m the only one who’s affect—”

“ i said shut up.”

you plunge your thumb into his mouth, and he moans. equal parts loud as it is pornographic, contrasting the reason why you did it anyway.

his sloppy tongue twirls over your digit, tongue gliding around it with ease before he stops to suck the skin, and you feel your walls spasm around his cock with a threat to cum early.

“ c-caleb! you weirdo!” he muffles a moan around your thumb, purple eyes staring into yours without any apparent shame, before letting it go with a wet pop to claim your lips in an intense kiss. one that has your head spinning and your air limited by the second as he kisses you deeper and deeper, leaving your lips bruisingly plump.

“ y’see what you’ve done to me, sweets? i want you to t-take full responsibility,” his voice is raspy. the only time you’ve heard him this vulnerable is when he tried to hide his sickness from you. you rolled your eyes, leaning up to nip his bottom lip with your teeth, soaking in the way how his breath hitches and how his eyes are watery with the overwhelming need to cum.

his free hand presses your hips into the bouncy mattress, now desperately hitting your g-spot, while sliding against your cervix as he fucks all frustrations into you, for the nth time this night. you wiggle, trying to break free of his grasp but it was no use; those years of training really paid off. “ don’t run. f-fuck, just take me, take it all.”

but then he suddenly stops, and you register that it’s because he’s cumming inside of you. his hot fluid flows in your walls deeply, filling you up to a point where more spills out his dick as a useless plug and stains the sheets and your inner thighs. caleb feels as if his soul left out along with his cum, his body buzzes and stills only unclenching when he’s done shooting sparks into you. “ fuck.. you feel so g-good. take it all… just for me.”

his hot body collapses onto your overstimulated one; he looks like he’s been pushed past what he could handle and you’re not even mad he didn’t make you cum this round. your hand comes up to cradle your hair as you make a mental note to become the aphrodisiac chocolate company’s number one sponsor.

XAVIER ☆

to all your friends at girls’ night who convinced you to give your husband— with an already insanely high libido, mind you. those aphrodisiac chocolate: thank you, on behalf of your pussy and dopamine levels. and also fuck you, on behalf of your sore body and your neighbors.

“ such a naughty, dumb girl.” your husband taunts, facing your backside arched in front of his face. he’s got you squirming while facing his cock. see, the thing is, xavier knew you were up to something. he always does. so when you tried to make him eat the chocolate alone, he didn’t budge until you ate a piece with him, landing you in this current situation with ‘ stupid’ written all over your forehead. you should know by now he’s a fox wearing a bunny’s suit.

“ tried to make me horny by myself, but you’re just as bad as i am right now.”

“ x-xavier!” you bite your lip, body’s sensitive heightening as his tongue slides its way into your syrupy goodness, mapping out every nook and cranny with faux indifference. that is, if it weren’t for his cock standing upright, the tip flushed an angry red while droplets of precum roll down the sides. “ ohh, fuuuuck! need more.”

“ you say that while neglecting me. take it in your mouth, allllll the way,” your attention is centered on his cock; it looks so beautiful, very fitting for the man indeed. your mouth salivates with want. your plump lips part to allow your tongue to roll against his slit, while your fingers pump the base. you plant a kiss; his hips jerk in response before stilling as you gulp what you can take of him. “ gooood girl, don’t forget to breathe through your nose, star.”

he gives your ass a playful slap, but his hands are rough from years of wielding a sword so pain blooms where his palm connects. your gargled moan around his cock vibrates the skin, sending a buzzing sensation traveling in his veins— spurring more slaps to bloom on your recoiling skin.

his wandering mouth finally makes home on your twitching clit, slurping and sucking the bundle of nerves, creating a lingering need to paint his lower face in your cum, so you roll your hips back to ride against his face. “ shouldn’t even let you cum, after you tried to trick me. but since you failed you better make it messy, wan’ it e-everywhere.”

xavier spreads your ass apart, feeding himself the wetness presented to him. his hands move from the jiggly flesh to keep your hips still as you squirm from the severity. you gulp in as much air as you can while stroking him languidly. “ o-ohhh, ‘m gonna cum. can feel it, wanna cum on your face, xavi.”

“ make me cum with you. or else i won’t touch you for a week.”

because you’re deep in the moment, you bite down the urge to call him on his bluff. the man can barely last three days without touching you in some type of way.

“ xavierrrr, p-please, you’re so mean!” you moan, suddenly being filled by his fingers pushing past the tight pucker of your hole. caught up in your bliss, you’re reminded of his selfish warning. the grip around his base is tight, leaving no space of skin shown between your fingers as you jerk him off vigorously— your saliva helping to make the motion smoother.

“ give it to me, baby. fuck, you’re doing so good. ride my face, baby. mmfuck…” his voice had deepened a few octaves, throaty moans escaping his chest and flooding the room along with your high-pitched wails. he scissors your walls that invite his digits in so greedily, bringing to your end and impossibly past it. “ cum with m-me, heh. you’re so pretty, so greedy.”

you give him a show as you cum, pretty pussy growing wetter as you ride your high out. although it feels as the room is spinning, you pump xavier’s cock, which spurts white, heavy fluid. you aim your face in that direction, letting sticky splats of cum dribble down your forehead to your chin.

the room silences with a huff as you both come down from your earth-shattering highs— that is before you feel a familiar tingle kiss your drooling pussy, your world is flipped. now conscious of your body half-hanging off the bed as he spreads your thighs to place them on his shoulders.

smiling down at you as dread settles in. you take note of the sunset, and how it’ll be rising in a couple hours by the time he’s done with you.

SYLUS ☆

you and sylus were headed to an auction, for whatever reason you don’t care to know. but since you both were bored in a room full of shady business dealers, you decided then… what is a better time to try an aphrodisiac and try not to touch each other for the whole night than this one right now?

spoiler alert: he lost.

“ my mischievous wife…” sylus grunts, his hips moving at a snail’s pace, certainly doing this on purpose to reflect your earlier teasing back on you now. your thighs tremble around his slutty waist, fingers digging into his forearms, as your foreheads touch while you breathe soft whimpers into his hot mouth. the pace that he’s going makes you keenly aware of every single inch of him, and how his tip latched on your slobbering slit, before sinking out in your walls leisurely. “ did it turn you on seeing me struggle to hold back my lust while in a room full of people who wants my head? you’re such a nasty girl…”

“ what e-else was a better time to do it than now?” your voice has a breathless pitch to them, close to begging and pleading as your cheeky husband misses your sweet spots on purpose while dragging his thrusts out, and you’re now starting to regret buying the damn chocolate. “ sylus… stop teasing me.”

“ ohhh? now the sly kitten doesn’t like when i tease her back…” he nips your lip, enough to sting but not enough to draw blood. he pulls out of your walls completely, resting the heated length against your pussy, and even then, it nearly grazes your belly button.

his chuckles heat the space between you both while rubbing his wet cock up and down your slit, parting your folds and catching your clit before circling down to your eager hole, just to repeat the cycle all over again. “ tell me, why should i let you cum? after dancing around with other men all night, it’s only fair i get back at you.”

so he was mad. it’s not your fault, really. it had been a couple hours after taking the chocolate; sylus played the part of looking unbothered— not a hair out of place or sweat staining his smooth skin. you, on the other hand… were a mess. seated at one of the tables in the corner, isolated from the rest of the crowd while getting wetter by the minute, where a bright idea sparked in your mind. ‘ why not make him jealous?’

bright side? it worked. down side? you’re sure you’ll end up being the female version of blue balled if he’s feeling particularly merciless tonight.

“ sylus… you are so… petty.” you can’t find the words to express your frustration as you look at your husband above you, basking in your despair.

“ learned from the best. maybe if you’ll beg me i’ll spare you?”

he asks, but his question is not a question; it’s a demand. and you fall captive to it. wrapping your legs tighter around him, the only barrier between your pelvises is his hardened dick resting on your mound, still grinding up and down. you pull out your best trick; pouty lips and teary doe eyes. “ pleaaaaase, sylie? wanna cum, don’t you want to make your pretty girl cum to—”

he bottoms into you with one thrust, making you hiss out a scream as your nails scratch down his forearms. he abandons the slow pace he maintained earlier; this time the car rocks along your body from the power of his hips.

with his hands, he removes your quivering legs from around his waist, pressing your knees together and to your chest as you get to feel your walls make room for him, touching beyond your sweet spot, his rounded tip bruising your cervix.

“ s-sylus! slow down, we’re gonna get caugh… oh m’god! you feel so good!” there’s no room for you to shift your body away— all you can do is hang onto his shoulders and throw your head back into the headrest as he fills your senses with vulgarities.

“ don’t start caring about them now; you never did before.” sylus responds more to himself rather than you. he drags his cock in and out of you; the loud sounds make him even harder as he observes your pleasure twisted expression, paired with your boobs bouncing up and down, matching the rhythm of his hips. “ on that note… i think you can do without an orgasm, don’t you agree, sweetie?”

“ n-no, i’m sooory! won’t ever do it again, just please let me cuuuuum!” your hands scramble for purchase on his hips, dragging him closer to give the attention your neglected clit craves. but he doesn’t listen, pinning your wrists together and above your head while you plead for your anticipated orgasm.

“ gonna cum. you’ll be a good girl and walk back in there, be docile and wait for me to come back and help you, won’t you?” his voice meets your ear, biting the skin playfully. his free hand presses down against your womb to make you familiar with the idea of being filled up, right now. his tempo weakens as creamy cum floods into your walls, rapidly— even some spilling out your stuffed pussy and onto the seats below your moving bodies.

your cunt constricts around him, thinking he’ll grant your mercy and let you cum last minute as a surprise. but you should know sylus better than that. his softening dick pulls out you with a squelching ‘ pop!’ noise, fingers pulling your panties and dress back down.

“ let’s go back. shall we?”

ZAYNE ☆

leaving aphrodisiac chocolate around your husband who’s also a sweet-tooth connoisseur was a dangerous game that you proudly pressed play on. knowing that sneak at least one or two if you left them in the fridge, you glow in amusement watching him suffer silently.

until you made eye contact with him.

“ arch your back, deeper— no… that doesn’t mean look away from the mirror.” his gentle hand holds your chin to direct your overcasted stare to the rectangular mirror propped on the wall facing you, imaging the filthy position you're bent into while zayne grabs your round hips for sturdiness.

“ f-fuuuck, zayne… i don’t wanna look. it’s embarrassing!” you whimpered, fingers bunching the sheets into your sweaty clutch, mouth dropping into an obscene ‘ o’ shape when his dick parts your gummy walls to slam against your cervix with reckless abandon. the velocity he started with didn’t take time to develop like how sex with zayne usually goes; instead of gradually building up the speed and force like he’d would, his one mission seems to be to break you. “ you’re going too f-fast, mmmph!”

“ i know,” he shivers out a laugh, watching your ass bounce off his pelvis in hypnotic circles while your sweaty back is on display, curved and glistening. he can’t help but to plant a flurry of slaps on the skin, making your color a stained shade of maddened red. his cock shudders in its confinement in your tense walls, absurdly growing harder when he hears cute sobbing murmurs escape from your bottom lip, which you bite down on harshly.

his hazel-green eyes notice your hair is blocking your face, hiding his favorite expression you do while he drives you dick crazy. he reaches forward, swiping your hair away from your flushed face, keeping his hand in the soft locs just to wrap it tightly around his fist. “ but you’ll take it, like you always do. and this time you’ll cum for me while looking in the mirror, so you can see how beautiful you are.”

“ z-zayne!” your words a drawn-out slur as his cock sloppily makes out with each part of your cunt, massaging the walls to wrap around his length with a strength akin to a headlock. he’s hitting all your spots with the curiosity of solving a puzzle or mapping his way through a maze— the maze being your pussy, of course. “ fuck meee! please, don’ stop f-fucking me.”

“ i don’t plan on stopping. not until your voice goes hoarse from screaming my name, or until your legs can’t stand.” the man is crazed; is that even the correct word to describe him with? his usual lust is overbearing, but manageable, but now… you don’t know when you’ll break out of his clutch, and it looks like it won’t be anytime soon.

your eyes gloss over while your mouth is hung open as drool leaks from the corners; he’s just so big and ruthless, stretching and expanding your slovenly pussy to fit around the outline of his cock. “ i want to punish you, but it feels so good like this, h-hah. you’ll learn by tonight not to leave your a-aphrodisiacs around.”

you can’t tell if he’s complaining or praising you, at this point it feels like both. can he truly be mad when he’s fucking into with no tomorrow? practically on a sex high.

each thrust, each push is deeper than the last, making sure that after you’re done, you’ll be able to feel him for weeks after, with his lesson ingrained in your body.

your eyes make contact with his in the mirror, and he looks nothing short of a wreck, along with the room for that matter. the pillows and covers are shoved on the floor from when he had first claimed you and you hid your moans in the soft cushions, his pale skin adorned the red lines your nails scratched. but the dealbreaker is the pussydrunk smirk he has, taking pride in the way he's turning you unrecognizable.

“ wanna cum, don’t stop until you make me cum, pretty pleaseeee?”

“ you want to cum? hmm, alright…” his hand switches from tugging on your now, unkempt hair to grabbing your throat, pulling you upwards where your back meets his chest and your wholeheartedly depending on your knees to prevent you from smacking face first into the rocking mattress below. “ you’ll cum like this then, and while you’re at it, give a show for me, princess?”

knowing what he’s referencing, you slip your hand down to stroke your clit in broad circles, growing wetter as you watch yourself getting stretched from position to position like you’re some type of rubber band. “ fuck, ‘m close. you’re so n-nasty, zaynie.”

“ and yet you still followed my demand, like a good girl. not that you had a choice though…” he doesn’t bother to look at you while he talks, sucking your skin that escapes the grasp of his fingers to mark the flesh behind. his hips are rude, punching soft gasps out of you while effectively dizzying your sight.

like clockwork, your body stills, releasing an inaudible scream as your vision goes from grainy to completely black as your high crashes over you, shooting sparks of wetness that spray far, drenching the bed and your eyes roll into the back of your head. your knees wobble while the rest of your body breaks into uncontrollable trembles as it feels like your soul was just fucked out of you. “ i’m the nasty one, she says while squirting on our bed like she sprung a leak.”

“ zaynieee! ‘s too much!” you still manage to babble out words, feeling his thrusts go uncoordinated as a silent reminder that he’s close to cumming, and you won’t go anywhere until he’s done.

“ a-almost done, you can take it, you did before…” his hips buck to desperately chase his pleasure, your hands coming behind to hold on his arms for the ride, displaying your bouncing boobs and how your body rocks forward freely. his brow furrows and the kisses he once placed are covered up with a sharp bite as his orgasm suddenly explodes over all his senses. suddenly, he stops; the break you have can’t even be considered one as your insides are painted his cum that fills you up in one go.

when he’s done twitching and cumming against your back, he pulls out, kissing your lips briefly before a broad arm flips you into another position. this time you’re sideways with him behind, holding your leg up.

“ i told you before… we’re far from done.”

RAFAYEL ☆

treading the waters by feeding aphrodisiac chocolate to your husband when he was in one of his moods was a risk itself, dual eyes staring at you with a deep pout as you fed him the chocolates from the side of the tub, only removing yourself when his gaze grew heavy, like he was undressing you with his eyes.

and soon enough, you were, with an angry lemurian spewing all types of profanity behind your moving body.

“ next time you want me to fuck your brains out, just ask properly, cutie.” rafayel is resting beneath you, broad back leaning against the creaking headboard as your ass bounces in hypnotic circles on his lap. lazily, he brings his hand up to slap your skin, getting a twisted sense of satisfaction as you whimper from the heat of the sting. his cock dragged deeply into your cunt, per his demand, stating that since you wanted him so badly, you’ll have to work for it. “ don’t think about slowing down; keep going until i c-cum.”

his airy voice trembles, a sign that he’s actually about to cum soon, and you grind down on him even faster— not stopping until your thighs burn with an overwhelming heat and your walls are salaciously being painted in his fluids.

“ shit… you and those slutty h-hips.” his head is thrown back, adam apple bobbing as he gulps down; there is a line of sweat that rolls down his neck, which you want to chase with your tongue to taste him. still placed on his lap, you lean back to bring him into a kiss that is malicious as it is passionate. your tongue fights over dominance with his, spit dribbling down your chins, and you only lose when he begins to suck on your tongue, making eye contact as he does so. “ you like it when i do that? wish it was my tongue on your clit instead, don’t you?”

he decides to prove his theory true. calloused hands pulling you off his dick, just to flip you over in one go, without his arms so much as trembling. face to face with your oozing cunt, he parts the folds with his thumbs accompanying your thighs on both sides, mouth watering as you push out more of his cum.

“ h-huh? what are you doing?” you whisper, growing more and more embarrassed as he unflinchingly stares at your leaking cunt. paying no attention to you, he dips his head low, tongue peeking out as he follows where his cum rolls down to your puckered hole, leading back up to your clit to give it a wet kiss. the sensitivity paired with his ignorance causes a heaving sensation to wash over your body, hands scrambling to his hair for a semblance of control, you ask again, “ rafayel! w-what are you doing?”

“ unlike you, pretty girl, i like to clean up my messes.” he gives your clit cute kitten licks, thumb teasing your hole by barely dipping in the tissue as he does so. “ i wouldn’t want my lover to walk around in a mess that i made, while i ignore their presence.”

okay, next time, which there will definitely be, you won’t walk away while he battles a raging boner and to not tackle you down where you stand, which he ultimately did.

“ i literally just got done riding you!”

“ mmm, still not enough.”

“ it s-should be!” your brows furrow in a deep brow as his slick tongue devours the rest of his cum from out your pussy. the grip on your thighs spreads them far apart as they twitch and tremble around his head, while he feasts on your pussy as if it’s his last meal. soon enough, all prior complaints melt away where tension in your lower stomach replaces it as he doesn’t look like he’ll resurface for air anytime soon. in his mind, you look ethereal like this, spread out for him like a platter that he happily indulges in. “ wait, please don’t stop!”

he lets out a throaty chuckle; the vibrations reflect back to you, and every time you squirm he suckles harder. “ it didn’t take long for you to give in… how funny. you know that i’ll always bring out that shameless side out of you, eeeevry time.”

when he decided that you were officially rung dry from your gaping hole, his mouth reappeared on your twitching clit. there, is where he gives your pearl mouth-watering slurps.

your moans grow in volume, a cute habit of yours he notices whenever you’re teetering the edge of your climax. your syrupy fluids drench his face more and more by the moment, stuttering hips grinding deeply up and down while rafayel groans against your pussy. he feels himself growing harder watching you desperately stuck between the lines of denial and growing gratification.

“ keep riding my face until you come over it, cum for me.” and with that, your orgasm crashes over you; the power of it is so strong that you jerk forward, hips still riding his face but losing their needy tempo while you babble out sweet nothings that sound akin to his name. your eyes water with tears that threaten to spill as he drinks every last nectar that your quivering cunt pushes out.

you don’t register your high is fading away, until he continues to perch his lips around your now enlarged clit. you push at his head, but all it does is make his grasp on you tighter as he begins to shake his head side to side. “ a-ah, still sensitiveee!”